The breeze that keeps me aloft and shining are my children.
The breeze that is always there. The wind blows them in their own direction, watching as they encounter and navigate their way.
When I think of the feeling of a breeze. I place myself on the beach in summer, the sounds of the waves and grandchildren laughing and feeling that’s slightly cooler than air temp light breeze off the ocean water is like bliss and invigorating at the same time. Cooling to the skin, freshness in the lungs as a relaxed wave rolls through my body.
Just like the breeze of the thought of my kids each day refreshes me.
